Make up the country in my eyes

In my eyes, the countryside is so beautiful all year round that people feel happy all the time. In spring, the weather gets warmer and the grass grows and the warblers fly. In spring, sowing is full of hope. Young girls in spring, like sacredness, quietly came to this rural area that was once full of children's laughter. The countryside in spring is really unusual. In the wheat field, hardworking farmers are working hard. After a while, their gaunt faces shed a little crystal sweat, but they still planted happily. The farmers who have been busy all day are sweating. Go home happily. In the morning, children take kites and play happily in the fields that have just woken up. They fly kites, big and small, flying in the sky. There is a big orange goldfish, swaying in the water like swimming. Look how happy it is! There is a golden bee. It is so busy and eager to collect honey! There is also an eagle spreading its wings in the air. It seems to see delicious prey, and it opens its claws to catch it ... how happy the children are, and their hearts seem to be only as beautiful as a girl in green. This reminds me of a wonderful poem: "Children come home early from school, the east wind blows, and they are busy flying kites". How nice! The fields in the early morning are very beautiful. Dewdrops are like stars in the sky, crystal clear under the sunshine. The field turned into a "green sky". The endless fields set off colorful dew, which is really like the fusion of mother earth and clear sky. Look at the willows by the field, so green, so dazzling and so transparent. They are blowing in the spring breeze. Wash it and comb its beautiful green hair. Willow is like a beautiful girl with long hair, dancing in the breeze. Her dancing is graceful, very beautiful and intoxicating. There is a sparkling river by the field, and the green wheat is reflected in the clear river, which looks greener. The blue sky is reflected in the clear river, which looks bluer; White clouds are whiter on the river. I went over to wash my face with the cool river, but I hesitated again, because I was afraid of ruining this beautiful picture-a pair of bright black feathers, handsome wings and scissors-like tail formed a lively and lovely swallow, as beautiful as an angel. The swallow rushed from the south to the north and returned to another place. They have children here and live happily. In the breeze and sunshine, they leaned against the sky and chirped, and some flew from the rice fields here to the willows there in an instant. Some swept across the lake, and occasionally the tip of the tail touched the water, and ripples rippled around. Couples of swallows were tired of flying and landed on the wires. The blue sky is connected between pillars by several thin lines, just like a staff! The stopped swallows turned into notes and wrote a hymn of spring to be played ... Spring in the countryside is full of vitality and laughter. Let's go to the countryside together!